The second part of the trip was a lot more grueling, not just because the lack of sleep began to catch up with us. The weather in Colorado, Nebraska, and Illinois can best be described as "frozen hellscape" (which has the positive side effect of making PA feel downright balmy. From there we made a stop in Chicago to visit some dear business school friends of mine, then on to Pittsburgh, and the following day was the longest of the trip. It went something like this:

Leave Pittsburgh at 7am. Discover an hour into the drive that one of the plastic wraps for the stuff on top of my car had developed a new hole, stop to repair.
Arrive in Scranton just before noon to pick up a rental SUV for Nick to drive.
Go to the "Greyhound" station in Scranton, which is an unmarked codeshare counter. Yes, my stuff is here, and in the shed, but the guy with the key to the shed is on his lunch. ETA of guy unknown, but we can "go do something in the area" in the meantime. There is nothing we need or want to do in Scranton. We wait.
Guy opens shed. Only 7/9 of my things have arrived so far. ETA of other things unknown. Relief at finding out the missing items include ONLY my bedframe (not mattress, that's secured and can be on the floor), chair, and a miscellany of items unfortunately including all of my toothpaste in the world. No matter.
Set off for the Himalayan Institute, arrive too late for lunch, unload cars, carry everything upstairs to my room, build one bookshelf.
Get back in the cars around 5pm for Philly, where we spend our last night at the Ritz-Carlton downtown (because you kind of have to in this situation).
Nick leaves first thing in the morning on a first class flight back to SFO, I leave second thing in the morning in my filthy car back to HI.

And so I am here. I've made some progress unpacking, I've caught up on a bit of sleep, I've met some really nice people. I start my two weeks of seva (selfless service) work tomorrow, chopping veggies in the kitchen for lunch and dinner. I'm pretty excited for that part, both as a means of settling in and as a (not very) creative outlet for my urge to cook things. After that, I get to start my regular job and flex my surely-atrophied-by-now operational muscles, while getting to do workshops and yoga classes on my evenings and weekends. More to come once I make sense of my brainspace. For now, more photos!